I awoke early on my last day in Santiago. I had my last cup of Cola-Coa (a brand name for hot chocolate) with the American pilgrims I arrived with and we said our good-byes. The Cathedral bells rang in the distance,…
Awh, you miss me don’t you? Yes, I know it has been a difficult month for you without all my words of nonsense to read – my sometimes dyslexic attempt to communicate my pilgrim journey on this earth with you….
If you give a photographer a camera, she’s going to take a picture. When she takes the picture she’ll want a story to go with it. When she has time, she’ll probably Google her topic – The Mission San Gabriel. She’ll read…
The site of California’s first church lies on a hill over-looking San Diego’s bustling crossroads of I-5 and I-8 highways. Fr. Junipero Serra led the expedition that established the Mission Church in 1769. This marked the beginning of Christianity in…
The story I’m about to tell you is resting deeply in my heart, its a lesson of accepting who you are, acknowledging that God has been trying to tell you something forever and letting go of all the things you…
I’m leaving Molinaseca with a sense of magic on the Camino de Santiago. I suppose it was always there. But I’m just noticing it now. Last night I had dinner with a group of pilgrims, a young German woman that…